Morning finally broke over the horizon to the east. The dawns light struck the Redveil Mountains, giving the red clay among the earthen stone an auburn gleam in the distance. As well as setting the Caernavas River alight with equal measure. Seagulls and pigeons flew over head in their own processions. As though to announce the new day. The pigeons flew to avoid the hungry gulls, and the gulls flew to catch what they could. The fishermen along the shore, and fish vendors set up at Minaryns gates waved their hands to keep them from even landing close. Not daring to permit them a perch from which to steal what they earned by the merit of their trade.

Ahrom was still drowsy from sleep. He had only woken up a few hours earlier. But soon found himself wide eyed and his sense of smell briefly stifling his ability to breath due to the strength of Minaryns fish markets. Both within the city and outside its gates. While Issa and Fyr were indifferent to it. Ahroms already present envy of their experience swelled inside him.

Fyr noticed Ahrom slightly struggling to breath normally. He grinned at his reaction to the fish fermented air. "A brisk awakening eh?" Fyr asked with a blunt cackle. His wide nostrils breathing in the thick fishy aromas with great ease along with delight. "Truly the best part about this city. And her sister city across the Elf Bridge."

"Sun Elf, actually." Ahrom clarified for Fyr, considering already that the joyously abrasive Skaari cared little for the distinction.

"The dead ones? Bah! Elves, just the same. What’s it matter which kind?" Fyr defended his academic ignorance.

"The Sun Elves built that bridge over sixteen-thousand years ago. That bridge and precious few other sites may be all that remains of their civilization. But they stood longer than the Ellician Empire. Surely they deserve some respect." Ahrom defended. His love of history more evident than the presence of the fishes scent in the air.

"Perhaps. If later, as we cross the, Sun Elf, bridge." Fyr exclaimed. "I’ll give them due respect. And thanks. For such a pretty spot to take a piss. Should the need to piss arise." Fyr retorted, being more candid with his answer than Ahrom could tolerate.

But tolerate it, he did. Ahrom inhaled deep through his nostrils. Bravely enduring the stench. Before exhaling in relent to Fyr. Accepting that he wouldn’t be educated so easily. Fyr picked up on that, and grinned with a brutish pride.

"Don’t be so hard on him. He’s new to the joys of your company." Issa said to Fyr with a light tone. Grinning at the circumstance.

"I’m not being hard on him. And maybe he should become accustomed now." Fyr defended. Keeping his tone light as well.

"He hasn’t had the time I’ve had with you to know when one should fight you at an issue, or abide your abrasive humor." Issa said.